Venturing out of Texas Crossing the east line Back along highways bordered by swamps I wander through southern, salty mists along rows of plantations harboring…
Venturing out of Texas Crossing the east line Back along highways bordered by swamps I wander through southern, salty mists along rows of plantations harboring…
Nothing is perfect but you come close In a free-spirit sparkle world Oh Gem of great desire Everything that touches you is sacred Adoration is…
The freezing fog does not come in on little cat feet rather it comes in on the razor’s edge of a hungry coyote’s tooth and…
I drive up to find you waiting on the steps your eyes smile at me my heart skates you stand and walk toward me I’ve…
The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees, a place that life has abandoned… A coyote steals across and disappears into…